Aw, jeez. Porn So he’s a dopey teenager!”
“It’s just…he was so *uncomfortable*! His
face was flaming, his ears were tingling, and he was praying the girl at
the register wouldn’t notice it or–Jesus–wave it around and shout “I
need a price check on the SEX BOOK!” at the top of her lungs. Probably all guys everywhere loved
the Anjou story. Lurkers. Everything sucked. “Last
stop, all out!” he muttered. All he
could hear was a kind of rushing noise, and faint sounds that weren’t
really clear. I think there’s been some kind of mistake.”
Todd’s eyes widened, and he made a quizzical noise. All the
guys he knew loved the Anjou story. No sounds. With careful movements–he didn’t
want them to hear the CLUNK when he put the glass up against the
wall–Todd put the glass where his ear had been and stuck his
